An ideal fall Saturday in Duke Cannon Country involves just that — the country. There isn’t a minivan in sight, and the closest spoils of concrete are a good thirty miles away. While surrounded by your hunting buddies (two or four-legged), the sun pulls itself above the horizon line, and you’re filled with that particular adrenaline as your first shot rips across the sky.
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